This aspiration of mine has taken a backseat in recent days - in fact I haven't been to the gym for a week and in that time, I have consumed a birthday cake three layers high, a box of Ferrero Roche, numerous cup cakes, my weight (times four) in alcohol, half a packet of cookies and one jelly snake.
It's been an unhealthy week to say the least. Vanessa Feltz et al. would be proud.
It has been my birthday week (hence the three layered birthday cake - this isn't a regular snack of choice) and so I gave myself a bit of a break from the gym. To be honest I didn't even have time to go if I had wanted to. Or maybe I did.
That's quite an over-used excuse, isn't it? 'I didn't have time...' Really, I could have gotten up an hour earlier on some days and been to the gym then, or I could have chosen not to sit and watch Jeremy Kyle talk, for the millionth time, about why we should put something on the end of it. But I didn't. And now I am sitting here feeling guilty.
In just under two weeks, I have to return to uni and will immediately be thrown back into the rigors of hockey training. We were sent pre-season training programs which entailed 3 sessions a week of cardio exercise, core strengthening and stick and ball work. I substituted the exercise plan laid out in the program, for 3-4 sessions a week in the gym mainly doing the same thing as was laid out. However, I did fail to bring my hockey stick and ball back home with me so I will turn up to our first training session with all the skill of Adam Rickett on The Games.
If you have only ever seen Adam Rickett looking svelte in his sweaty, smoke-filled music vids, or going down t' pub on Corrie, then this is a must-see. The 100 metre sprint is a particular favourite of mine.
Anyway, a week ago I was fully into this training program but now can't quite find the impetus to get back on it, and after reading an article in this months Glamour magazine entitled, '8 Reasons why I miss being Fat', I'm worried I never will. The article, written by now-18-stone-but-was-36-stone Alice, explains the reasons why 'sometimes, she misses some aspects of being fat'. Well! In that case, I shall cancel my gym membership immediately! Orrrrr not. However, I read on, not wanting to judge a book by its still rather large cover.
As I read, I realised that this was just another formerly-fat-now-slightly-slimmer girl trying to get column inches out of her weight loss. All credit to her, as Glamour certainly thought her story was worth it (although the article is situated on page 298 out of a possible 320 pages) but honestly, she doesn't have a leg to stand on.
Here's just one example of her reasons for missing being morbidly obese - not having people sit next to her on public transport. Yes, she actually wishes she were back to her old 36 stone self, with a heart-attack fast approaching just so she can get a bit of personal space again on the bus. Fascinating. Just, fascinating.
So, looks like I wont be canceling that gym membership after all. Actually, whilst reading the article I have felt more inclined to get back on the treadmill as looking at the accompanying picture of Alice's "slimmer" 18 stone figure, has surprisingly (note the sarcasm) not made me miss my heavier self.
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